#Writing Time

[twofoursixohjuan]

I was not tagged by @amorbidcorvid per se but I saw her post doing this one and thought "what a good idea" so here it is (also her fic sounds fantastic).

Last Lines

Rules: post the most recent line of your WIP and tag someone for every word in that line

This from all the days of your life, having skipped straight past 1500 words of angst directly to Nolan being a bitch.

(Nolan just scoffed and asked who was planning to deliver incarceration therapy to Rasputin.)

Do I have fourteen friends who write? Let's find out!

@denizenhardwick @mostlyonthefloor @george-the-pumpkin @thelastranger @claireen

@reine-du-sourire @mercy-mercie-mercymorn @victoriantreecat @jade-of-mourning @goldenclasp

@absolutely-existing @august-is-a-dragon @orccock

I don't think I quite have fourteen friends who write but do let me know if I missed you!

Feel free to tag me back (please do. Bully me into finishing this thing).

[gentrychild]

*writes about two characters, with one of them heavily injured*

*remembers that the characters are siblings*

[novlr]

Time management tips for writers

Do you struggle to make the most out of your writing time?

If you've got a busy life and limited writing time, then here are some quick tips to help you maximise the time you do have:

🔹 Set goals for your writing sessions 🔹 Schedule dedicated writing time 🔹 Turn off app notifications 🔹 Plan your plot in advance 🔹 Identify and limit your distractions

[i-smoke-chapstick]

What advice or tips do you have for a writer wanting to write the characters from Succession for the first time (Shiv, Kendall, Roman, Tom, Greg etc)

Not sure if this was meant for me, since I haven't yet written for Succession, but I can still try my best to help out! Here are some tips <3 Sorry for the long post.

Whenever I'm writing for a character, I really try to incorporate their canon dialect and dialogues here and there. For instance, Roman stutters on his words quite a bit erratically, and Greg has a lots of "uh"s and "oh"s and awkward, bumbling uncertainty. It's all about the characters voice, because I find fanfics with lots of dialogue to be the most enjoyable! If I was writing for succession, I'd typically try to follow these tips for each character,

Shiv: Shiv sometimes speaks with an underlying tone of superiority, and a lot of her interactions also have fraught tension. When writing a character, you need to look at their insecurities and desires to get a feel for what they want vs. how they express it. Shiv struggles with a desire to prove herself, but wants power. Because of this, she's blunt in all the wrong ways.

This sounds dumb, but I always do a short writing exercise beforehand and I really encourage it! One of my favorite things to do is just imagine the conversation I'm trying to write. For instance, if Y/N were ask Shiv what her favorite color was. She might say something like,

"My favorite color? Seriously, Y/N, that's the question you come up with? Well, if we're going to play this game, I guess I'll indulge you. Let's see... I don't know, maybe the color of money? Honestly, I'm more concerned with the color of success, and right now, it's looking pretty green to me."

Kendall: Similarly stutters like Roman, and can switch between being aggressive and vulnerable.

Here again with the favorite color theory:

"Uh, favorite color? That's a... good question. You know, it's, uh, probably something classic. Black. Yeah, black. It's, uh, timeless, powerful. Like, I don't know, it's just... it's a strong color. Represents, like, the intensity and, uh, the seriousness of, you know, life and business." (Long example, but I'll dive into this!)

Succession characters are very human. The pauses in their words, their overuse of "like" and "uh" (especially for Kendall). I try to use Kendall's "media trained" upbringing as a way for him to spin the question into something flattering for himself. Like if he was in an interview.

While as If we were writing for Roman, he might say something like,

"My favorite color? Seriously? Okay, um, let's go with... I don't know, red? Yeah, red. It's bold, it's sexy. Plus, it's the color of blood, and blood is, like, life or whatever. Or maybe it's just 'cause I look good in it. Either way, red. Final answer."

Roman has a lot more vulgarity in his dialogue, as well as pop-culture references and anything completely outlandish. Sometimes I like piecing together canon dialogue from the show to form answers as well, because the reader can more affectively imagine the character saying it!

Tom: When you're writing a character like Tom, his interactions really depend on whoever he's talking too, and how stressed he is about a situation. If he's speaking to a reader whose a Roy, or more powerful than him in a way, he's fumbling; not trying to impress them per se, but trying to fit in. Also, if in this universe you're writing, Shiv is apart of, Shiv is just a major part of his character in general, he'll probably mention her now and again. Once again, the favourite color theory!

"Oh, my favorite color? Well, I'd have to say blue. It's calming, you know? Reliable. Like a good, steady stock that just keeps going up. Plus, it’s a color that commands a certain... respect. Not too flashy, but still, quite distinguished. And, well, Shiv looks great in blue, so there's that too."

Now, if you're writing for someone like Greg who asks the question, someone who he doesn't view as a threat, Tom is much more assertive and aggressive. He'd be more sarcastic, less enthused, and simply wouldn't care. Might not even answer the question. He has the same loose, condescending tone as Shiv would.

"Oh, my favorite color? You know, Y/N, of all the things you could ask me—my thoughts on the latest market trends, insights on corporate strategy, or even just what I had for breakfast—you went with favorite color. Remarkable. Adorable, really. Y/N, what is this? Preschool? Do I look like someone who has time to contemplate the nuances of the color spectrum?"

Greg: Poor Greg.

"Ah, favorite color, huh? Well, that's a tough one. I reckon I'd have to go with a good ol' forest green. Reminds me of these long hikes through the woods back home. Plus, it's just got this calming vibe to it, you know? Like being surrounded by nature's...embrace." Que the awkward cough, realizing he's ranting or saying things that don't quite sound right.

Greg is more compassionate, more air-headed then the Roy's. He's probably the only one on this list to add a subtle,

"What about you?" To make more semi-awkward conversation.

Okay, Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. I really don't think this was meant for my blog, but regardless, I love questions like these <3

[pirateauthor]

This is mostly just me fanboying (i don't know better "word" to describe it) over Ana Neu new writing video and blabbing about writing

I've been watching tons and tons of writing related videos to get inspired, motivated, find the "right" way (for me personally) to actually write and get the words on paper/screen.

But since i took writing seriously it also became very intimidating for me, and demanding (me judging myself for simple things like not knowing how to describe someone's smile instead of just writing how character B felt about character A smile).

So mostly i just think a lot about writing when i'm not writing and avoid writing when I've time to sit down and writing (finding excuses and things that i just "reaaally need to do before" writing).

Lately it is becoming more and more rare to get a wip done. 'Cause i focus a lot on stuff like: does this dialogue really matter? Didn't i use this same word a lot already? That is passive voice, change that to active! Adverbs, cut them all off! Purple prose, take that out too!..... While i'm writing, that writing is no longer a fun relaxing time.

But that was before Ana Neu dropped the new video...

I confess i'm not a true fan, i just watch writing videos here and there during meals (when my mom is not at home) and Ana Neu happens to be one of the few YouTube channels i have the bell and notifications always turned on for, then it was the first of her videos i got to know about the tip number 2 and tip number 5. Both are my favorite, but hell, tip number 5 might just have changed my life as an author and my view about writing and plotting forever!

I've always thought of Zero Drafts (a little influenced by Abbie Emmons, but i love her and Kate & Abbie Show is one of the best podcasts ever created) like just a huuuuge outline. Until Ana Neu simplified it to me by just: Zero Draft = action and dialogue...

I'm screaming right now... Like, oh gosh, i needed that writing advice!!!

I'm not a pantser but i'm also not a plotter. If i plot a lot about the story and little about the characters I'll just let the document aside. But i also will do just the same if I plot almost nothing of the story and a lot about the characters... So i never found a plotting technique or no plotting at all helpful, until this one.

I want to scream again. Because Ana Neu might just have changed my whole life forever and i won't ever be able to thank her enough for it.

Just dialogue and some action, just dialogue and action... This sounds like poetry to me (i actually just said that twice aloud.)

[includedisco]

Fanfic writers, It's okay to take short or long breaks from writing

Writing is the kind of thing that makes you feel guilty, weird and unproductive when you aren't doing it.

Remember that writing is supposed to be a stress-reliving hobby, not a compulsory duty or chore.

If your headspace is off and you don't feel like writing, don't write.

Relax and indulge in a different activity during that time. This will actually help to revitalize your desire to write in a healthy, flowing and more natural way that doesn't feel like you're plucking your own hair out of your scalp.

I admit writing is tormenting, and it's hard to tell when you should endure the torment or when you should take a break.

I'm just saying that you don't always have to sit in agony, forcing yourself to write when you don't feel like it. It's okay to take a break.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, we are all able to wait ages for our favorite professional artists(musicians, actors, photographers, artists etc.) to release new work. Surely your readers can wait for your update. Take your time and don't pressure yourself.

Fanfic-writing is decent, respectable and hard work so you have the right to set the tone for what pace you'll work at.

[mageofquandrix]

alright I've got half an edible, 24 oz of frosty lime la croix, cheddar rice cake chips, and have been listening to my Emmrook Yearning playlist for 20 minutes while Receiving The Visions.

Let's fucking GO.

[khyys]

— “The Monster’s Gone..”

word count: 1518

content: black divider by @/elryisia , heartline divider by @/carnage-cathedral , final divider by @/enchanthings TW TW TW ‼️ abusive parent (1), running away, feelings of abandonment, daddy issues, mommy issues, alcohol abuse, etc.

summary: the reader is stuck thinking about their life before living with the Cullens. There were a lot of emotions bottled inside, and Carlisle is there to help you through it.

a/n: this took way longer than it should’ve but nonetheless, i hope it’s to your liking! carlisle gives heavy father vibes (obviously). sorry if it seems rushed , but please enjoy !

“Y/N?”

The sound was muffled and distant, almost nonexistent. Reality felt like a fleeting sensation that smoothed over you.

What was going on again? The last thing you remembered is fastening your headphones on your head, and searching through your playlist. It felt like no matter how much you played those songs, trying to tune it out, it always seemed louder.

Faint knocking and the sound of a door opening broke you out of your spell, looking back to see the elder vampire with a white cup in his hand. It was Carlisle, in his normal attire. His soft expression invited a smile on your face as he spoke.

“I noticed you hadn’t gone hunting in a while.”, he started and looked up to notice a looming presence that seemed to hold you in a dark place. Concerned, he asked, “Is everything alright?”

The question made you turn your head. You looked out at the dimming wilderness, thinking about the question. After all that had taken place since that fateful night, was everything alright? As your thoughts had begun to consume you more and more, you felt a hand on your shoulder. A hand that shielded you from the darkness, the looming presence that crept into your mind.

“You don’t have to answer that… Here, try it.”, he said gently and handed the white styrofoam cup. The scent pulled you ever closer, realizing how long it had really been since you’d fed.

You took the cup and began to drink, sighing with relief. You weren’t exactly grossed out by the idea of drinking blood, since you happened to be one of the kids that was taught to suck your own blood when you got hurt, like a paper cut. The iron scent was thick, but you’d learned to dull out the sensation.

“You know, I’ve never seen someone so accustomed to becoming a vampire. Especially one like yourself. Even in your newborn phase, you showed some extreme restraint. You remind me of my son’s wife…”

The fatherly persona was suiting to the man. Talking of the people in his coven like they were truly his children. You’d catch yourself calling him Carlisle, because that’s what everyone else did. But he felt like someone else.

You thought about how he’d recite their graduations and significant life events. Birthdays and death days, celebrated. It seemed like a celebration was happening every month. Whether you all sat together and enjoyed the company of one another or planned a large feast for the person of the hour.

“Carlisle, do you love them?”

It came so fast and it seemed like the world stopped to hear as well. He didn’t move, but instead he smiled and chuckled. It took a moment to meet his gaze, but he seemed so elated to be asked, like he’d been waiting to answer these questions.

Assuming you meant his “children”, he answered.

“With all that I am. After being turned, I was stranded. I couldn’t return to my father, he would’ve had me killed. I had a friend once, I rarely see him. I was lonely. In my time of solitude, I’d learned the methods of a doctor and studied for years and years to come, before meeting my wife.”

You were enamored. You turned to face him, like an interested child whilst her elders tell her fanatic tales from their own lives.

“We met once, when she was far younger. And it felt almost evil to curse her to a fate such as this, at such a young age. I was able to help her, and we parted ways. In between our own meetings, I did however find my first son, Edward. His mother’s dying wish was to save him, and there was no cure for the Spanish Flu but the curse of immortality. So I turned him..”

You continued to drink from the cup until you were sucking up nothing but air. You shook the cup and sighed, setting it beside your feet.

You thought about how well Carlisle remembered everyone’s story. Every detail, every event, every single thing about when he’d met and turned each of the people in his coven. He even remembered you, and while it was no more than a few months ago.. he was so proud when reciting it to you.

“You know them all so well..”, you started and slightly frowned. “I wish my parents knew me that well..”

Carlisle seemed almost unsurprised by your statement. He started to understand why you would look confused at small things like gifts, and remembrance of important dates and events, and he even noticed the hesitation in your voice when you addressed him as Carlisle.

Tears beckoned to be released but you denied them passage. You didn’t want to cry. Your eyes still had a slight tight sensation from crying and rubbing them nonstop the night prior. The slight pink of your sclera seemed unhealthy against the golden glow of your pupils.

“They always forget my birthday.. and give me the car for a day.. after”, you started. The breaking in your voice was noticeable. “And.. I’d always go to La Push, because I had nowhere to go. No friends to pick up, no surprise party to attend… and when I came home, my dad would take the keys and go… somewhere.”

You shielded your face with your hands, unbothered by the lack of warm flesh.

“My dad would get angry and down his problems with bottle after bottle.. and my mom would cry nonstop about wanting him to be better and that he used to love us.”

The disgust in your voice displayed just how much of your mother’s story you believe. You thought she was out of her mind and just desperate for a man, which seemed to fit her heavy reliance on your father.

She needed him for everything. You couldn’t do anything with her, without him. You’d have to beg him to go to breakfast on some mornings, because if he didn’t get up, then she didn’t want to go. Your father hated it, but nonetheless, he’d comply. If it would shut you up and get your mother to stop coddling him.

“She keeps saying we need to move to New York, where my dad grew up..”, you choked out. “And I honestly have no idea where they are now.”

At this point, the tears had fallen and parts of your face began to swell. You were balling out in front of Carlisle, and you cried even harder at the thought of it. He probably thought you were some crybaby. Maybe he regretted letting you into the coven. He pitied you, you kept saying to yourself.

“It’s okay. Everything’s alright now…”, he said. He guided you into his arms. Whilst he was just as cold as you, his scent was sweet. “Let it all out, Y/N..”

What.. was this? Why was he rubbing your back? Why did he gently kiss your head? What was this supposed to be? A warning?

You continued to cry, clenching onto him. You wanted to stop, you really did. But everything was too much. Everything wasn’t alright. You weren’t alright. You were stuck thinking that while you were potentially dead, your parents were probably off happier with one another. In New-fucking-York.

“Shh.. don’t hold it in. It’s alright.. I’m right here with you. I’m not going anywhere.”, he stated again. Vampires were stated to be of the devil, a godless creature. And yet, this man had the voice of an angel.

You couldn’t understand what he was doing. Why wasn't he yelling at you? Why didn’t he tell you to stop? Why didn’t he threaten to give you a real reason to cry?

“They didn’t call.. they didn’t even try to look for me! They didn’t care! They never… cared at all!”, you cried. It was a heartbreaking scene. All the tears and broken words came flowing out, breaking down any means of stopping.

All the words you said had been locked inside of your mind for so long, and it finally came out. You continued to cry and scream into the man’s shirt, holding onto him like he was the only thing that would convince you all of this was real.

And through all of it, you could still feel the subtle rubbing on your back, and the gentle kisses on your head. You could still feel him, he was there. You knew it. You knew that at that moment, it didn’t matter that you’d only been there for a few months. It didn’t matter that you’d hardly hunted. It didn’t matter that you didn’t bring him a cold one or listen to his problems every single night, when you were just a kid yourself. You knew it didn’t matter what or who you were, because at the end of every day.. He cared.

That thought alone drove you overboard. You don’t remember what happened after that revelation. But knowing that someone, him, cared for you just as you came.. You felt the worst of your heartache disappear into nothingness.

THE END — PART TWO ?

[booksandwordss]

guess u never stop learning (?)

(anyway if u want to support me also on Ao3 I’m @booksandwordss)

[firstdivisiongirl]

Why is it so hard to write fights? And of course I have 4 to write!

[mysticartsydaydream]

It’s been a minute, but…

I’m taking requests!

Headcanons, drabbles, multi chaps, any/all of the above for x reader imagines, let me know what you want me to write! My asks are open!

Characters I will write for (x f!reader):

Marvel:

Stephen Strange

Matt Murdock

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Agatha Harkness

Rio Vidal

Criminal Minds:

Emily Prentiss

Aaron Hotchner

Jennifer Jareau

Tara Lewis

Spencer Reid

Luke Alvez

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

[paulie-lombardos-boy-toy]

Whelp, Back on my Submas brainrot(I never left). I was stumbling through my drafts and found my Submas Resistance AU and I started working on it again. If I remember correctly, it was an old prompt on here where Ingo and Emmet along with Elesa and Skyla run an Underground Battle facility in Nimbasa cause Pokemon Battling is banned and they quickly become Leaders of the Unovan Resistance Movement against the E4. I wonder if I should rewrite and post in on AO3…

[mrsarnold]

sigh

[adoresyou-a]

goooood morning cuties ^_^